We went to the registration table by the stage and the guy asked my name. "I had not thought of that." The man said, "Mrs. Jiggles would work" as he stared at my jiggling tits as I shook off the coat. Joe laughed and I said okay, "Mrs.Jiggles it is." The man said so far I was the only person registered, but that could change anytime. I really needed the bathroom now and excused myself. I could feel the eyes devouring me as I walked and got my ass groped for the 2nd time that night. I washed up as I finished and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like a stripper with my tits spilling out everywhere, nipples hard as steel and a skirt that kept riding up. My belly was exposed and my tits pulled the top out and down so much I am amazed it didn't rip. You could make out every inch of the shape of my tits even the bumps on my aureole the top japanese was so tight. I adjusted my heavy boobs up as they were dangerously close to slipping out the bottom of the shirt and took another look. Now my tits were mashed up and spilling out the top and sides of my top. My nipples were as hard as I have ever felt them, they looked huge. I took a deep breath and went back out to find Joe. I soon spotted him at a table right next to the stage talking to the first guy that groped me at the bar. I was so surprised I didn't notice the guy come up along side me until he grabbed the side of my boob! I was shocked and froze, the strange man said," Wow they are soft, they must be real." I came to and said, "Yes, they are." And continued on to Joe. He didn't Brunette see the guy grab my breast and I didn't mention it. I then asked what the first groper was doing here. Joe said he told him at the bar "Why pinch her ass when you can see her strip tonight?" I turned bright red! The regular strippers took the stage and the place started filling up. It was 15 minutes till show time. The booze and pot were in full swing, I was feeling little pain. The DJ came up and asked if I still wanted to dance tonight because no one else signed up. I looked at Joe, he shrugged and I said yes. He said he has me as Mrs. Jiggles. I Hardcore shook my tits at him and said, "Yup!" He asked what song I wanted, I replied "Hey Ya" from Black Eyed Peas. He asked if I wanted a mask as guys took pictures some times. I said yes and he handed me one that covered most doggy style of the top of my face but not my lips. I asian put it on. She still Hardcore wasn’t talking so I asked her what was wrong, why she was so disturbed. Mommy loves you!” It shows how far my standards have slipped since my arrival, that when the idea pops into my head that maybe this is all a game, because Acheron wants to teach me a lesson before we return on the Bountiful Sluts, I feel relieved. The Mme and I are—old friends.” The Libertine tapped his hands against his thigh again asian and then they set off and in a blink of an eye Abby was in another room with no cogent memory of walking there. Since she no longer resisted, he took both his hands and reached japanese down below for her boobs. Just then a picture appeared in front of his eyes. DISCLAIMER #3: While themes of the story certainly can be dark, I do try to keep things light with a certain "comic book" style. With a simple few clicks, I had the bathroom in front of me where my mom was preparing a bath. I need to do her again.” He said and Brunette stuffed the last piece of his slice into his mouth. No way. The inferno that laid dormant within me, the blaze that tickled just beneath the surface. The mere thought of seeing Kara again had me wet and excited deep in my loins, and I hoped with every winding twist of the path that the next turn would lead me to the place where she and I had met. But she had no idea just how wealthy we actually were. I stood sideways so that I could hold on to one of the seat backs. I haven't been a virgin for a couple of years now, but I guarantee I'll still feel like one." “And I know just the man to do it. “Just a passing thought,” she grunts as she breaks doggy style her wrist free and plants a punch into my groin, “a little ‘what-if’ fantasy; nothing more.” “Mmm, such a pervy daddy.” I threw my arms around his neck.